Disclaimer: To my dismay no I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean no matter how much I want to. Please excuse me while I go cry:(
He was back. He was back. He kept thinking that if he told himself this over and over again, that eventually he would come to believe it himself, but even this theory was proving to be difficult to prove. He had loved her, not that he would ever admit it, and she had used it against him. She had destroyed what he thought was his only chance at love.
No! He was a pirate! Pirates couldn't love, could they? He was confused and he was sure that he would remain this way for quite some time to come.
When he saw her and she claimed that she was saving him he wanted to laugh. She was the reason he was here in the first place. That is what he had told himself from the moment that he had arrived. He had been forced to endure so much pain and it was all at the expense of her! Elizabeth. The pirate. He wanted to laugh. At the moment that she had shackled him to the ship he knew that she had become the thing that she feared most, a pirate. He saw it in her eyes when he had called her that, she looked horrified. He knew then that he had struck a nerve, and despite his current situation at the time he was gloating on the inside. He knew that he was going down, but at least he had gotten the last word.
When he saw the ship began to sail away without out him, he was beyond scared, but a pirate never showed fear especially the captain. He had stood tall with his ship, and when he saw Elizabeth turn around for one last glance at him. He saw the guilt in her eyes but he knew that he would soon be fogotten. He expected nothing less, so his smiled his charming smile and watched as she frowned. Oh yes, she thought that she was safe and that she was doing the right thing, but one never betrays another especially not the captain.
But he was not worried because someway, somehow he was going to teach her. He was going to have his revenge so to speak, and she was going to learn never to cross Jack Sparrow even if it meant coming back from the grave.
He had kept his promise. He had come back from the grave and as he looked at Elizabeth as she and his other crew members tried to aid him in making his way out of Davy Jones locker he knew that all that was left was to carry through with the second half of the promise that he had made to himself during his captivaty. She would pay. He laughed becuase as he plastered on the face of the former Jack Sparrow he knew that his plan would be far to easy. She wouldn't even see it coming.
It was time for his revenge.
A/N: So this is my first story and I understand that it seems quite dark, but it's not for the most part. PLEASE REVIEW and let me know if I should go on:)
Kate
